My School Poem by Olorode Olorunleke

Young as tender and adult as aged,
Full of meaningless appearances without you my school.
Growth has made my heart an open space in knowing your range,
Foolishness puts its cap on me, while in illiteracy i stay cool,
And it has eaten my skull to the length of no returned.
That my worth is very less in tune among my peers.
My school oh my life.
Your glory was much weighed in our hearts as of old that we dare not make jokes of you in our peers.
Things of substance were freely given to make a good life,
Not minding the pens that goes to the purse that made happiness in our teaching.
Yes it caught my heart that moral was the key word of good academic performance,
Bringing out the best in a worthless being.
I love you and yet to know how to sing a melodious song in your praise.
What have i done to you to worth this yoke you're placing on me.
Your sudden change has brought havoc unto me.
All good things gone from you to lay us in the cave.
Morals the best of all have departed that we celebrate lunacy.
How could your water be marah in your sight despite the huge that we gave?
How sadden it is that your life given hand is now the den of death?
The rewards of teachers are in heaven is no more in place.
Yet we celebrate you as the last hope of our future making your first place our homes.
Yet the love of wealth by our parents is sending you far from our homes.
We love you but kindly restore the good morals you placed on us as of old for our children's growth.
And lift the yokes of destruction you place on us for giving hope to all.